T. S. Elliot, The Hollow Men, Pt I: We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture [...]fungrim
The lair of Lars J. Nilsson. Contains random musings on beer, writing and this thing we call life.